"You're naked."

Aya frowned, scrunching up his nose in a way that would have been unbearably adorable had it not been for the fact there were more interesting things to pay attention to.

"Am not."

Yohji itched to pull the sheets down to take a peek. Instead he shifted against Aya, experimentally rubbing himself against him and finding absolutely nothing in the way.

"Yeah, you are."

Aya shifted away, still frowning. "Kudoh, I'm sleeping. Either join me, or get out of the bed."

"You can't kick me out of my own bed," Yohji pouted, sitting up. And what was Aya doing in his bed, anyway? Yohji had a hazy memory of him coming into the room last night, but he'd honestly thought it was a dream. "When did you get home, anyway?"

"Nh."

Yohji crossed his arms to keep from reaching for the blanket. There was no way he'd be able to go back to sleep with Aya in his bed. Aya naked in his bed.

"Aw, hell," control be damned. Yohji grabbed the blanket and pulled it quickly away.

One violet eye cracked open to glare at him.

Yohji barely noticed.

"Damn, Aya. Are you trying to kill me?" shit but he was even more perfect than he remembered. Yohji shifted to attempt to hide his reaction, and that was when Aya noticed he wasn't the only one who'd chosen to sleep in the buff.

"Kudoh!" he was awake now, scrambling to hide himself behind a pillow. He shoved a second pillow at Yohji, who only laughed.

"I warned you I slept nude. Why would you get undressed if you forgot?"

"I'd be fine if you'd stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what? Like I want you?" Yohji reached for him and Aya slapped the offending hand away, glaring.

"My being here isn't about that!"

"Then what is it about?"

He slapped away another searching hand. "I'm trying to give you something!"

"Your virginity?"

"Kudoh!"

But there was just the tiniest bit of laughter in his voice. Yohji knew that Aya was in a good mood. He took his chance and pounced.

Aya let him kiss him, even let him run his hands along his body, though the pillow he'd shoved in his lap remained firmly in place, separating them from that last, most crucial point of contact. Yohji grinned against Aya's lips.

"If you don't want me to want you, you shouldn't have been grinding all of this against me all night – what do you think woke me up in the first place?"

"I don't know whether to be flattered or disgusted."

"Baby, don't you have any idea how many people would kill to have this golden god wake them up all ready and eager?"

Aya actually laughed. His eyes were light with mirth, his smile breathtaking. Yohji kissed him again, brushing hair back away from his face.

"You're so beautiful, Aya."

"You've already got me naked in your bed. You don't need to try to flatter me."

"Though it'd be cuter if you'd blush and look embarrassed. Sarcasm isn't all that sexy."

"If you're complaining…"

"Does this mean you're willing to fool around a little?"

Aya blinked rapidly, his eyes going wide. He was too surprised to answer. Yohji took the opportunity presenting itself to lean down, lightly running his tongue across Aya's skin from the flesh under his right ear to the hollow of his throat. Gods! Aya-fucking-Fujimiya was in his bed and he was naked and the only thing separating them was a single-fucking-pillow.

"Did you just lick me?"

"Come on, let me play! Just a little?" Yohji suggested, half pleading, tracing his lips against one collar bone and dancing his fingers along the long line of the man's side. There was no mistaking it when Aya shivered.

"Yohji…"

"I promise to stop the second you tell me to!" he swore, kissing his shoulder. He began to tug on the pillow.

"Would you…be able to?"

It would kill him to have to stop once he got started, but he didn't care. It would be even more unbearable if he had to walk away without even a little taste…

"Please, Aya?"

He wasn't arguing. Gods, he wasn't arguing! Yohji sat back on his heels and caught the look as Aya's eyes roamed over his body. The look in his eyes…gods! Aya wanted him. Aya-fucking-Fujimiya wanted him!"

He grabbed the pillow and flung it away and then there was absolutely nothing to hide Aya's body from him. He was breathtaking in his beauty, all pale, sharp planes and tightly-muscled limbs and oh – oh, yes, he wanted him.

With a growl Yohji climbed across that beautiful body, crushing their pelvises together as he kissed him fiercely – and Aya's arms were tight around him, hands buried deeply in his hair.

"Hey, Yohji?" there was a compulsory knock on the door, then the handle began to turn. Yohji broke away from Aya painfully. "You up ye - ?"

"Don't open that door!" he snapped.

There was silence for a moment, then they heard a muffled curse from the hallway. "You're not alone, are you?"

"Real genius, aren't you?" Yohji raked a hand back through his hair, staring down at Aya. He wanted the man so badly he could barely stand it, but Aya's lovely face had gone blank. "Ken, if you're still out there, I might have to kill you!"

"You want to keep yelling through the door?"

Aya's face was still unreadable. Yohji kissed him apologetically, but he didn't respond.

"Damn it all to hell!" Yohji didn't bother to cover up before he stalked to the door and swung it violently open.

Ken was smarter than Yohji liked to give him credit for. He was waiting in the hall with his back to the door, shielding himself from any potential nudity.

"What the hell is so fucking important?" Yohji snarled.

"I'm not sure I even want to know, but…is Aya there with you?"

"What business of it is yours?"

"Aside from the fact he'd probably gut you for cheating on him?"

"Maybe I was alone in there."

"That's the most disturbing possibility of all."

Yohji crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "Well?" he demanded. "I'll pass on whatever you want Aya to hear – just spill it so I can get back to bed."

"So he is in there?"

"If he was, do you really think he'd want me to tell you?"

Ken shifted as if to turn around, then stopped himself as if he thought better of it. "I guess not."

"So get on with it already; I wanna get back to bed."

"It's useless to try – Omi finally got ahold of Newell."

"Newell? Who the fu…oh, you mean the other survivor?"

"He's coming over for lunch; Omi thinks an informal interview will make him more likely to trust us."

"So, good. We'll be done by lunch." Yohji began to close the door. Ken turned to stop him, and immediately looked like he regretted it.

"Damn it, Yohji! You couldn't warn me that you were naked?"

"Your fault for bugging me," Yohji began to close the door again. Ken stuck his foot in the way.

"Do you know what time it is?" Ken demanded, resolutely staring up at the ceiling. "Newell's gonna be here in less than an hour. You don't have time to go back to sleep."

"Maybe I'm not planning to sleep."

"Ew."

"Hidaka," Ken jumped at the sound of Aya's voice, his gaze involuntarily leaping from the ceiling to the man approaching behind Yohji. When his face grew a painful shade of red, Yohji knew he had to turn and look for himself.

Aya was ethereal. Like an angel from a Renaissance painting, he was swathed in the billowing white sheet from Yohji's bed, obscuring all but one smooth, bare shoulder. The sunlight coming in through the window shone off his pale skin and tousled hair from behind, making him nearly glow.

Yohji found himself grinning like an idiot. The grin only widened when he felt Aya's hand on his arm.

"Does Omi need us to do anything to help prepare for Newell?" Aya asked, pulling a little on Yohji's arm to get him away from the door.

"Just bring your notes, I guess."

"Then we'll be down soon." He closed the door in Ken's face. Yohji's hands were searching for a way under the sheet before the latch even clicked.

It was Aya who kissed him. Aya who fell back against the closed door, pulling Yohji along with him. Yohji's hand finally found its way under the sheet and Aya was…Aya was…

Aya broke away from the kiss with the tiniest, most delicious of gasps.

Yohji thought he was going to die.

"Damn it!" he shoved at Aya, forcing him back even more closely against the door, pulling the edges of the sheet apart to reveal Aya's lean, nude form. "We don't have time to finish this the way I want. I don't want to rush this…" despite his words he was already kissing Aya again: chest, shoulder, neck, jaw, lips –

"What…" Aya's eyes were dark with lust, his expression completely lacking in its usual coldness. "What is it you want to do?"

"Everything!" it was almost an attack – hands and lips searching, exploring. The strength of his need surprised him – even frightened him a little. He'd wanted Aya for a long time. Even before they'd begun dating…before they'd started their odd little friendship…hell, even before he'd even been able to think of the man as human…yes, even when Aya had just been the cold and intimidating leader of Weiss, Yohji had indulged in the occasional fantasy about the man.

Okay, more than occasional fantasy.

Was that it? So much time wanting, waiting, and now that he finally had his hands on him he couldn't control himself?

It wasn't just Aya's body – work of art though it was. It was Aya's reaction to him. Aya was responding to him. Aya wanted him. Aya wasn't asking him to stop.

It couldn't only be that, either, though – or at least not only that. To have such a strong reaction…for it to mean so much to him…

Yohji forced his hands to still. His breath came out harsh and heavy as he rested his forehead against Aya's shoulder.

"Tell me this won't be my only chance," he whispered, trying, without much success, to cool his body down.

Aya wasn't helping. He slid his fingertips upwards, tracing a line from the small of Yohji's back to his shoulders, making the blonde shiver and shift his body even closer.

"What are you talking about?"

"Promise me that this isn't some fluke…promise this isn't the only time you're gonna want me…"

"Is that what you think of me?" Aya's voice was soft, but not offended. Almost introspective. "Am I that fickle?"

Yohji couldn't help but to laugh – a short, harsh sound. "Let's just say…you usually aren't this receptive to my advances."

Aya's hands slid up into his hair. Yohji pressed closer, but Aya's body wasn't responding anymore.

"We wouldn't…be here…if I didn't want you."

"Is that a promise?"

Aya didn't answer.

Yohji felt cold as he drew away. His hands shook as he pulled the sheet back up, wrapping Aya's body gently, hiding that beautiful form from himself.

"A raincheck, then?" he asked, kissing Aya lightly on the lips.

The smaller man smiled - just a slight upturn of his lips. He kissed Yohji back. "You're still hard," he pointed out, slightly teasing but mostly shy. As if in response to the man's words, another flash of desire surged through the blonde's body, nearly stealing his breath. Gods – he was going to die if he stayed near the man much longer!

"I'll take a cold shower real quick."

Aya nodded. His eyes drifted down Yohji's body, lingering for a moment.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Yohji demanded, giving a desperate-sounding laugh.

Of all the things Yohji expected, it wasn't to see Aya smile.

"I'm leaving," he promised. His eyes raked over Yohji one last time. "You look good, Yohji."

"You are trying to kill me!"

Aya opened the door and began to leave, then stopped.

"Yohji?" he asked, his back still to him. "It won't bother me if you want to think of me…while you're in that shower."

And then he was gone. Yohji's knees nearly gave out.


tbc

Poor Yohji.